Now Simmer Blinks On Flowery Braes, And

Here's To Us, Who's Like Us Damn Few, And They're All Dead.

What Is Life, When Wanting Love? Night Without A Morning; Love's The Cloudless Summer Sun, Nature Gay Adorning.

Be Briton Still To Britain True, Among Oursel's United; For Never But By British Hands Maun British Wrangs Be Righted.

On Earth, Discord! A Gloomy Heaven Above, Opening Her Jealous Gates To The Nineteen Thousandth Part Of The Tithe Of Mankind! And Below, An Inescapable & Inexorable Hell, Expanding Its Leviathan Jaws For The Vast Residue Of Mortals!

Ilk Cowslip Cup Shall Kep A Tear.